I'm sorry to interrupt. [closed]

[reallynow]

Who| Jolie and Steve
What| It's not a safe day to be a Capitolite- rebellion confessions and blackout snogging
Where| Tribute Tower
When| During the Eva-lution
Warnings/Notes| Kissing!?

It's been a hell of a night so far, but Jolie expected no less. People are going balls out crazy, the Capitol is struggling to get the upperhand and Jolie is stuck somewhere in between. She made the choice to side with the tributes long ago, when they'd showed her unconditional amounts of concern when they owed her fuck all. When the Capitol was targeting people around her and she realised that her life isn't as safe or as valuable as she envisioned it was. The time to step up came and she took it, but now she can't help being scared. More scared, that is. She'd been scared since she agreed to help, since they singled out Stephen and missed her and now that Capitolites might as well have targets painted on their backs. She needs to play the field to alleviate suspicion, so she's aware that she looks complicit in the oppression of tributes and districts and anyone who wasn't born into the luxury of the Capitol.

This isn't a safe place to be right now, especially not head to toe in drag of all things. It isn't like she's had a chance to change between trying to confess her seditious leanings to her Pro-Capitol friend while both helping and avoiding people stuck in the chaos. Her heels have long since been abandoned while she slinks through the halls, looking for someone she knows and can stick with rather than trying to brave this alone. She hitches her skirt up and marches along like she isn't afraid of anything, coincidentally finding just the kind of person you want to be around when you need a shoulder to lean on. Or hide behind. Whatever. She knows that ass anywhere, so she's trotting toward it with gusto.

"Hey, honey." She tries not to sound too frantic. "Keeping out of trouble?" The smile she gives him is more than a little dubious, the brand on his face makes it pretty obvious he's incapable of doing that, but she's going to loop arms with him anyway.

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[aboveangrybees]

A hell of a night is one way to put it. Despite the heart wrenching message - a mother bereft of her child and doing what damage she could on her way out - he wouldn't waste the opportunity and gift. He was up and out of the tower within minutes of the powering going down, knowing what needed to be done on his part while he had the time. He had no need to deface the capitol or join the riots that will surely ensue, he had no want to hunt people or to kill - the ones he would want to take down would surely be where the, suddenly sparse, peacekeepers have gone.

No, he had a shield and hammer to retrieve.

And successfully so at that.

He just had tucked them away in the device Lonestar made him, before heading out to help people, to stop blood shed and attacks, to protect those who needed it. While he can understand why his fellow tributes might want to attack other people, a lot of innocent people were going to get caught up in the crossfire or wrongly targeted. He might dislike the capitol, but most of the people here are ignorant, blind by the normality of it all, they aren't bad people. It's something he's always believed, but it's people like Jolie that solidified it.

So, it's an enormous relief when she shows up, returning her smile with a crooked one of his own. She looks relatively okay, despite the frantic note in her voice, but he knows that this all must be terrifying. He puts his hand on the arm she loops with his, in a show of keeping it securely there, to comfort. But as he does so, he angles his face to mask his brand in the darkness more - a subconscious action, he's never been vain, but it's still something that feels ugly.

"I've never been very good at keeping out of trouble," yeah, he usually goes looking for it. "Especially, when trouble come finds me," it's a tease, something he hopes will ease her.